Past midnight stories 
Ghosts for laundry 
The soul is bare 
When time is sleepy 
Start the machines 

Past midnight's perfect 
For ghosts and laundry 
Coffee and all the rest 
Context to silhouettes 
This is how it feels 

Past midnight is a place 
That's holy in itself 
It's connected to somewhere else 
That's stationed out in space 

Past midnight's in me 
Ghosts for laundry 
Unaware of their voices 
Calling somebody 
No, they're not bugging 
Me no, they're not bugging me